Looks at me intently

"Well, it depends on how you define work," Mr. Foreman said slowly.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you were invited here to do me a favor. I want you to sleep with my wife."

I stared at him for a minute. "What?" I asked.

He nodded. "You heard me. I want you to have sex, make love, fuck my wife," he told me very seriously.

"May I ask why?" I asked.

"Because...she wants to have sex, but I have...um...problems, performing. So, John, will you do me this one favor?"

I was too stunned for me. The father of one of my friends was asking me to have sex with his wife.